Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scientists to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.